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has quite a ring to it. commander wassermann.
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‘ Because you’re not allowed to be here, ’ he says. His tone suggests that’s quite obvious, and also that he isn’t inclined to buy into any airhead act. ‘ You have to leave. I’m not going to ask again. ’
( it doesn’t look particularly happy. what does it need identification for anyway? it isn’t drinking, or making loud noises where and when it shouldn’t be. maybe it can bribe the officer. how do we feel about shrunken heads? moss will keep that one in mind. )
‘ What for. ’
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The Following - 02x15;
“Let me make this right. Let me be the father figure to you that Lily always wanted me to be.” / … “Too late. We don’t need you.”
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Mike watches, and waits, and really isn’t all that surprised when it comes up empty handed. It’s not so much of a surprise after the library card thing, honestly. ‘ You’re gonna have to leave the premises. ’
( it frowns right back. there’s some thoughtful chinscratching, before it stuffs its hands back into its pockets, scrapes the bottom for whatever it might’ve missed the first time, pulling out some sort of mysterious white powder. that’s it. empty pockets, otherwise. moss shrugs. )
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‘ Show me your ID and we’ll see what I can do about that. ’
‘ I’m gonna need you to mind your own fucking business. ’
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A quick look over. Mike frowns. ‘ Yeah, that’s not gonna cut it. ’
( will a library card from 1967 do? that’s all it’s got. )
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open.
‘ I’m gonna have to ask you to show me some identification. ’
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‘ Yeah? ’
Makes sense. God knows he wouldn’t trust anybody who waltzed
up to his place absolutely sodden with blood. Except for maybe a
select few people, most of them deceased. He wonders if that’s a
sign, but quickly brushes the thought off. He needs to get cleaned
up still.
‘ What if you vouched for me or something? ’
banquo chews nervously on the inside of his cheek,
his hands in the pockets of his jacket. whether or
not the other was injured was not going to prevent
him from WORRYING. banquo has spent twenty-
three years of his life worrying about others.
“ okay, but still —— ”
he glances around as the stranger speaks on the
phone, not wanting to seem like his eavesdropping
on his phone call. after a moment, banquo looks at
him, taking the phone and slipping it back into his
pocket.
“ there’s, uh.. there’s a gas station ‘round the
corner, but i’unno how they’re gonna feel about
some bloody guy askin’ to use their bathroom
to clean up. ”
#banqvo#2016 ( i. )#banqvo01.#LMAO please#i'm gonna have to watch it one of these days tho#also! sorry this is so late
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Something skitters across his face, jaw set for a moment, and then Mike seems to let it go. Whatever it was. ‘ Fine. Why’s it so important? ’
That wasn’t the point of it. “And I need to hear these frequencies naturally.”
#simyoulate#2014 ( iii. )#simyoulate01.#mike on the inside probably: @god what did i Ever do to deserve all of this nonsense
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‘ Oof-- ’ The breath is let out with a grimace, though it’s mostly lighthearted. Perhaps this is where a boyfriend with his head in the game might tell her to relax, might give her a shoulder rub or order take out and make her take a break. Mike’s too caught up with thoughts of Mark to be anything even remotely close to in the game, though. Instead: ‘ That’s rough. You want a hand? ’
max rests her elbow on the table, massaging her temple while her other hand spreads out the papers in front of her. she’s STRESSED to say the least & in some ways, she misses the hunt. this is better though – safer. though it’s clear that not everyone has moved past it. she takes her coffee, replacing the lid & taking a sip. ❛ all night. my supervisor’s riding my ass lately. ❜
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‘ You want me to cross my heart? ’
❛ i’m telling this to you in F A I T H, you can’t make fun of me …… ❜
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but it will fix you.
#indie rp#indie crime rp#detective rp#fbi rp#crime rp#self promo.#throws another one of these out ig!!!!
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‘ Got a date tonight, ’ he lies, because that’s easier than talking about it. Truth be told, he isn’t nervous in the slightest, though he’ll run with it if that’s how it comes across. He’s thinking about Debra again, letting it consume him. Bit by bit by bit. It sends his chest tight. ‘ Is it that obvious? ’
“ You’re nervousness is bothersome. What’s the matter with you? ”
Make the food? How long do they have to make the food? It’s been twenty minutes now and it’s not like the two ordered much. The coffee should at least be ready by now.
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A pause. He considers the implications. ‘ I’ll pass. ’
“Um, depends. How do you feel about hot dog vendors with only three teeth.”
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Mike’s pretty damn sure that question’s as redundant as it could possibly be. You tend to get cuffed when you’ve been arrested, though in all honesty he’s used to the lip. People who sit in that seat, if they’re not angry or scared, they’re usually sarcastic and he knows better than to let it get to him.
Still, she’s being very casual, given the amount of trouble she’s in. Maybe she doesn’t even realize it-- or maybe she’s just certain she can get out of it. Whatever the case may be, Mike’s going to sort that out and clear everything up for her presently, thank you very much.
He clasps his hands together and rests them on the table in front of him, like he’s the lead in one of those godawful cop shows that have been running five seasons too long.
‘ From what I hear, they’re completely necessary. Now how about you tell me your name? They tell me you didn’t have any ID on you when they brought you in. ’
@agcntweston liked the t h i n g
Oh if her dad could see her N O W. It didn’t feel like too long ago that she was taken
into the station as part of his yearly take your daughter to work day – a sort of
BONDING exercise meant to keep her both out of trouble && away from a life he got
a glimpse into on a daily basis. She remembered how the sarcasm dripped off her
tongue && tainted the air the moment her wrists collided with the metal that had been
used to catch so many before her && how the distinct smell of coffee && overworked
c o p s stung the underside of her nose. This was never supposed to happen AGAIN
– her last day in the SCPD was the day she’d gotten off on a minor shoplifting charge
[ a charge that was expunged nonetheless but.. ]. Sara wasn’t supposed to b e here.
Yet here she was, handcuffed to a table that seemed to be perfectly aligned with the
center of the a room she knew all too well.
It wasn’t until the door opened for what had to be the FIFTH time that evening
that she noticed the Dixie cup filled with water placed to her left && a p e n c i l
– chewed to hell && back – to her right. DNA to the left when they couldn’t trace
her prints, pencil to the right for when she felt like confessing to a crime she was
almost certain she didn’t commit. By the time the hues of blue raised to meet the
man so c o m f o r t a b l y seated across from her she’d already come to the
conclusion that whatever bad D E E D she’d been mixed up in had been nothing
but a misunderstanding. One a cop’s daughter && a DA’s sister could easily talk
herself out of.
The skin that rubbed between her wrists && the handcuffs had begun to wear thin –
no thanks to her CONSTANT tugging of something that was meant to hold a man
three hundred pounds heavier than she was – && her patience, whatever was left of it,
had come to an end. It hadn’t helped that EVERY single time she went to move her
arms more than an i n c h off the table they were instantly slammed back into place like
the convict they were trying to make her out to be. Like the convict she’d truly become.
❝ — come O N. Are these really necessary ? ❞
#saraqxeen#tenderfoot ( vi. )#saraqxeen01.#AYYYE thank you for this !#also sorry for the delay w/ the reply
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Pasty-faced and bleary-eyed, he gets her point but he doesn’t want to. Mike’s already spent way too much time in here for his liking and, even if he’s not allowed to go home, he’s eager to at least get out of this room. He’s willing to ignore the fact that he’s barely fit to stand.
Trying not to make too big a deal out of it, he steadies himself somewhat, placing a hand on her shoulder. It almost comes off as an affectionate touch.
‘ I just wanna go for a walk. ’
“ woah, okay, no— you are not fine. “ she gets it, though, considering that being confined to a hospital bed isn’t exactly a trip. max was up and at it again even with a concussion and a few broken ribs. in her defense, though, she had been cleared at the time. a palm hovers an inch or two from the middle of his back, ready to catch him and offer stabilization if need be. “ i know you’re getting restless, but you need to take it easy, mike. “
#agcnthardy#2015 ( iv. )#i didn't even f*ckin tag it right @me wtf#agcnthardy01.#I KNO I'm so pumped n Alive For This
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‘ Uh-- yup, ’ he nods, small smile pushing its way onto his face. It’s like being hazed, except you’re actually doing something useful and worthwhile. Kind of the exact opposite to what he’s doing now, sitting around with his thumb up his ass while Mark Gray continues to evade him-- Mike takes another drink of his coffee and doesn’t quite mind the burn this time. ‘ It gets easier. --How long have you been at this? ’
❛ thank god. ❜ she reaches forward, immediately taking the warm cup into her hands. blue eyes flit over to mike, noting his SUBTLE reaction after taking a sip of his own coffee. she opts to wait a moment, pulling the lid of her’s to allow it to cool. she glances down at her mass of new case files ( the joys of being a new agent ). ❛ did you get this much when you first started? ❜
#ofdamagedhearts#2014 ( iii. )#ofdamagedhearts01.#works for me !#also this reply is great don't sweat it
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